Sunday, August 18, 2013

What the heat brings

withered ragged hand
why do you reach so?

Cloudy eye in a cloudless sky
the heat curdles the blood
it's a good feeling
things slow down
breathe low
jump into the shade
lay there

be still now

You hear them cicadas
coming?  Theys too many
to count like them stars
just lay back
and let em scream
all the ways into the night

in the morning you'll have your rest

earth cool as its gonna get
till you see them shadows
like something you
wouldn't even notice
like a bug
with a shadow
tall as itself but
like them shadows that
come at the high heat of the day
when even a bug
got sense enough to lay low

be still now.

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